Date: Sun, 12 Aug 2007 09:16:57 -0400
From: Randi Stowell
Subject: Evening with Erika
We had been flirting with each other for weeks. For my part, I was always
careful to make it just innocent enough that anyone stumbling upon our
emails or observing us in public would not suspect anything. After all, we
both had girlfriends. My relationship was flagging, however. The honeymoon
was over, in a big way. We were really not what you could call lovers at
this point, more like really good buddies. And roommates. We slept
together, but there was very little sex, and no passion. And I was hungry.
Very hungry. As for Erika, I think she was just intrigued to be flirted
with by someone whom she saw as a player. Most people I know would not mind
attention being lavished on them, Erika being no exception. And I was very
free with the compliments too, letting her know, or at least have an
inkling, that I found her to be very attractive. And so I made a big show
of asking her to join me at an after-hours affair I was to attend. It would
be a business-related event, so it was innocent enough that she and I might
go together, without our partners.
On the night of the party, I met Erika at my office. I had taken great
pains to pick an outfit that would strike just the right chord. I had gone
back and forth; silk shirt? Black tee shirt? A suit? It had to be smart and
professional, yet sexy. As I was working out in the pool one beautiful
sultry afternoon, it came to me. I had lost a few pounds recently, and
thought I might go with a skirt. It would shock everyone, accustomed as
they were to seeing me in butchier attire, but I had Erika pegged as the
kind who appreciated another woman in femme. And oh, how I wanted her to
appreciate me. Toward the back of the closet, there they were, the skirts I
had worn back when I worked at the law firm. I chose a tan skirt, very
form-fitting and just the right length. Not short enough to be obvious, but
it showed a good deal of my long legs, and would show more if I sat down.
Or if I wanted it to.
At ten minutes past six, there came a light knock at my office door. I was
just finishing up a phone call, but I was able to reach out and open the
door without leaving the phone.
And there it was... I will tell you how she looked in a minute, but first I
have to tell you about her reaction to my ensemble. She smiled a hello to
me, and then I watched as her eyes traveled down to my silk blouse,
unbuttoned to show just a little and suggest more.
Down her eyes went, to the pencil skirt and tanned legs below. The look on
her face was worth all the effort I had gone to in making this evening
happen. I turned back to my desk, knowing full well that she was checking
out my ass, which made all those hours at the gym worthwhile. I quickly
dispatched the caller, and turned to face Erika. She was dressed in a crisp
man-tailored shirt and low-waist trousers with a large belt buckle, and her
cropped blond hair was done in a spiky style. I could have eaten her up
right then.
That belt buckle was crying out for me to undo it. "You look fabulous," I
said. "Why, thank you ma'am," she replied in a cowboy drawl, adding with
approval, "You are working it as well, I must say." I stood to give her a
hug, holding her at the waist in an embrace decidedly more intimate than
your standard hello hug. Did I hear a catch in her breath as I pressed my
hips against hers? I leaned back and said, "Thanks for agreeing to come
with me tonight. I hope you are not disappointed." If she noticed that I
had not let her go, she did not let on in the slightest, saying, "How could
I be disappointed? I'll be with you!" I pretended to brush a bit of
something from her shoulder, giving me another moment of physical closeness
with her. When my gaze returned from the imaginary piece of lint, she was
staring directly into my eyes, and it was my turn to blush and cast my eyes
down. Just for a moment though, after which I met her gaze, and would have
kissed her right then, except something told me to wait. And so wait I did.
It took me but a moment to gather my things, throw on my jacket, turn off
the computer and the lights, and we were off. As we exited the building,
Erika held the door for me, and I felt her hand at my back as I passed
through. Oh, yeah, baby, I thought smugly to myself. I had asked her to
drive, thinking she might like to play that role for the evening.
We chatted briefly in the car, and I was sure I noticed her checking out my
legs as we drove. I shifted in my seat, allowing the fabric to slip up my
thigh ever so slightly. I was craving her hands, but her eyes would have to
do for now....
We arrived at the hotel and entered the ballroom, where we encountered
dozens of people, many of whom I knew. I introduced her to several people,
and then suggested I go off in search of a drink. As I walked from her, I
caught a glimpse of her through the mirror over the bar. Yes, she was
discreet, but she was watching me, and so I tried to do my sexiest
walk. Having secured drinks for us, I returned to find her chatting with a
man I know very well. He saw me and began gushing about my outfit, saying
to Erika, "What a hottie she is, don't you think?" For her part, Erika shot
me a very sexy look, saying, "You got that right." And so it went, me
getting hotter and hotter for her as the evening went on. After a glass of
wine, we both began to loosen up. At one point, I caught her gazing at my
mouth, and I took the opportunity to lick my lips, allowing my tongue to
make the briefest of appearances. Later, I told her again how great she
looked, while my hands pretended to adjust her clothes. I brushed against
her hip bone, just above her belt, with my hand. I grabbed the collar of
her French blue shirt, straightening it and then, in an impetuous move,
unbuttoned another button on the shirt. This gave me the opportunity to
brush my thumbs along her throat and chest. At that, she looked straight
into my eyes, with an unmistakable come-hither look. The look had a touch
of surprise, a tiny bit of question and mucho libido behind it. You know
that look, don't you? The kind that sends a sensation throughout your
body. I chose to return the gaze, but leave her wondering, and a little
hot. I separated myself from her seamlessly and worked the room.
I did not want people to ask me later how come I hadn't said hi.
As things began to wind down, I looked and found Erika sitting at the bar,
her eyes on me. I walked up and said, "Do you want to get out of here?"
"What did you have in mind?" she asked. I had her right where I wanted
her. I was in control, or so I thought.
"Maybe you could buy a lady a drink," I said, to which she coyly replied,
"What if there are strings attached?" "Oh, honey," I said, "I can handle
strings." We both laughed then, finishing our drinks, and I suggested we
head out. As we stood, she brushed against me in a blatant attempt to make
me gasp. It worked, and we were out the door.
Let me tell you, ladies, I almost came in the elevator. She pinned me
against the wall as soon as the doors closed. While I stood, unaccustomed
to helplessness but more than a little intrigued, she stared at my mouth
with a look of conquest on her face. As she hesitated, I had the feeling I
was about to be eaten alive. Slowly she moved in. I felt myself breathe in
sharply, and then her mouth was on mine. Warm, soft, moist, hard, she made
hot love to me with her mouth, and then it was gone. The dizzy look in my
eyes as I gazed at her, unfocused and yet wildly turned on, caused
something resembling a growl to emanate from her, and I was aware that her
thumb was rubbing my nipple through the fabric of my shirt.
Just then the bell rang, indicating that the elevator doors were about to
open. We quickly pulled ourselves together, and were standing side by side
when the doors opened. In walked an older, but very hip-looking man, whose
eyes immediately found my erect nipples and that faraway zombie look in my
eyes. He smiled at us knowingly, and when he got off, he might as well have
said, "Carry on." Erika took my hand and caressed it, kissing it and
sucking on my fingers, creating crazy erotic tingles to break out
throughout my body, and then we were on the street. It was a short walk to
her car, whereupon she held my door open before getting into the driver's
seat. We were both on fire now, but needed to get out of the city. She
drove me back towards my office, her hand coming to rest on and drawing
ever-widening circles around my knee. I made every attempt to breathe
normally so that she would not crash the car, and then we were in the
parking lot.
"Do you want to come in? I can get us a brandy," I said in what came out as
a rather husky voice. She responded by getting out of the car with
something of a flourish and meeting me on my side. Again she pinned me,
this time against the side of the car. "Oh, Erika," I breathed in mocking
tones, "You are so commanding." "Bitch," she laughed, adding "you didn't
seem to mind it earlier." With that, she placed a hand on each of my
thighs, making the fabric of my skirt rise as she moved her hands slowly up
toward my waist. It was a very erotic sensation, being pushed up against
the car by this cute dyke and having my skirt lifted to reveal the tops of
my thighs. She placed her knee between my legs, inviting me to ride her, to
grind myself into her. Vulnerable though I was, I took the opportunity to
open her shirt, finding inside a front-close bra.
Excellent. I popped it open and her full breasts tumbled out. They were
magnificent. I placed my hands on them, getting a feel for their weight and
shape. Instantly her nipples hardened and the low moan came from her
again. I leaned in, closing my warm, wet mouth around a perfect nipple.
Sucking gently at first, I teased her, using my tongue and teeth to coax
out more of those delicious, wicked moans as we ground into each other. We
fell into a rhythm in the dark lot, our voices registering our increasing
lust. Suddenly she stopped, knelt on the ground and reached up to remove
the satiny black item that was the only thing between me and the night air
under my skirt. I scarcely had time to step out of them before she was
burying her face in me. It was all I could do to remain standing as she
delved into me, making me grasp the ski racks on top of the car for dear
life. She tickled me with her tongue, kissing and licking as I thrashed
uncontrollably back and forth.
I felt as though I was chained to the car, helpless to do anything but
allow this gorgeous butch to take me.
Her breathing was becoming ragged too, which was more than I could stand,
and I came hard. I could hear her whispering, "Oh, yeah, come for me,
woman, come for me" and I came really hard. Animal sounds emanated from me
as she held me in place, and I could scarcely catch my breath. My knees
buckled and I collapsed into her arms, almost exhausted. As my breathing
returned slowly to something resembling normal, though, I became aroused
again, this time by the promise of sampling her body and all its delights.
I looked at her as she pushed a strand of hair from my eyes, and my fiery
desire for her returned. I wanted her naked. I wanted to take every last
stitch of clothing off this hot little dyke and make her my plaything.
"That was unbelievable, Erika," I gasped, "Let me pour you a drink in my
office." "I accept," she grinned, picking up my panties and putting them in
her pocket. We stood, collected ourselves a little and moved toward the
darkened building. I could hardly wait to get her on my couch. To rip her
clothes off with my teeth. To tease her until she screamed, and to make her
beg me for release. The night had only begun.